Thy rod of justice thou hast given to everyman
on this earth and thy command is to strike
where it is due. Let me take up that harsh office
from thy hand with bent head and meek heart.
Where forgiveness is sickly
is sickly and self indulgent
give me the strength to be cruel. Let truth flash
out from my tongue like a keen sword at
thy signal and let me pay my best homage to
thee by righting wrong with all my power. Let
thy wrath burn him into ashes who does injustice
what is unjust or suffers injustice to be done.
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